Marching through March: poems

WARY

Checking

each other out:

the old cat from inside,

the young one from the windowsill--

both mute.

THE PEN CLUB PREZ

He wrote

his way through law

school with purple ink found

for a buck a bottle. He still

has some.

(from a Jay Grelan column, 3/8/2011)

 

 

Though I

knew better, I

mixed undies with blue jeans.

My washday song now goes, "How gray

thou art."



 



Houses
on two lakes. Still,
he didn't like fishing,
nor did he have any other
hobbies.
(from a teacher/preacher's featured obit, AD-G, 2005)

THIS COULD BE TODAY

Rival

candidates:how

much human dignity

is each willing to sacrifice

to win?

(P. Greenberg on '06 GOP (AR) primary)